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12. Touched.

“Don’t you understand?” Willow said, dangerously excited. “She chose me…ME! I’ll be her new stand-in! I’ll give grades, write remarks on their diaries, send them to the Principal, and…”
“Are you power-crazy, Will?” Buffy asked softly, pulling her sunglasses off and looking lazily around. There were no demons or vampires on campus that shiny sunny South-California day…only spotty teenagers who didn’t deserve a single glance. And they dared to feel sorry for her… “I’m proud of you, but…it’s just a stand-in hour. And for just one day. So Miss Calendar is going to Los Angeles for some research she has to do, and you have to take care of the students. I can’t see anything exciting in that.”
Willow looked at her, disappointed.
“You don’t understand, Buffy!” She tried to explain. “You’re the Chosen one. And you do amazing things every single day…even if nobody knows. But who am I? The girlfriend of Oz, the bassist in Dingoes Ate My Baby. And then? Oh, yeah, the nerd with red hair who has nothing but A grades in the register. Cordelia only speaks to me the day before a class test, and if Xander is with her he…”
“What?” Buffy asked, already distant. “Xander…what?”
“Nothing,” Willow replied, trying to forget her last meeting with him. Things hadn’t worked out very well, and she couldn’t talk to Buffy about that, even if she was supposed to be her best friend. But Buffy wasn’t sharing either. She didn’t talk about that mysterious William anymore, and she didn’t mention the other one too, the mysterious guy.
“By the way, I want to ask you something.”
“Go on, Will.”
“Come with me to see Miss Calendar. I have to meet her in ten minutes and my legs are shaking.”
“If you want.” Buffy yawned. “Let’s go.”
They went to the IT lab. Buffy was aware of the boys’ glances: when Xander dumped her they had commiserated with her (mockingly), but now she was available. And they whispered she was “a goer”. Buffy thought about her enforced chastity (both of her vampire lovers, for different reasons, kept their distance from her) and hoped it would end soon. But, please God, not with one of her classmates!
Miss Calendar was in her office, working at her PC. As the girls came in, she closed the window she was working on.
“Oh, right, Willow…and Buffy,” she welcomed them. She looked embarrassed. “Here is the plan for the next lesson, Willow…please be on time. And give them homework, or they won’t respect your authority.”
“Of course, Miss Calendar. I won’t let them do that,” Willow stammered.
“Well,” Jenny said. “The PC is still switched on, so you can print the files for tomorrow.” She gave her some brief advice, said goodbye to them both, and left.
“Whoa, she was in a hurry,” Buffy stated. “I wonder what she was working on. I don’t think she wanted to tell us.”
Willow sat down in front of the PC and stretched her hands, like a pianist before a difficult piece.
“Well, it’s easy to find that out,” she smiled. “I just need to open the last file she edited.”
She tried, but the file was password protected.
Buffy smiled. “You can’t do it.”
“Yes I can,” she insisted, and tried to bypass the password.
“Will…don’t you think this is… snooping?”
“Nah…now I’m curious.”
Buffy looked at her, amazed by her unexpected audacity, but she walked away. “I don’t want Snyder to find me here violating a teacher’s privacy. God knows, he already has enough reasons to hate me.”
Willow almost didn’t notice Buffy leaving. She was too interested in her research. She knew that Jenny was a technopagan, she had described herself in that way when they first met, but Willow didn’t really know what it meant. Maybe it involved magic? Ohhh, that would be interesting! As much as the secret books that Mr. Giles used to keep locked up…
“Bingo!” she cried, when the secret document displayed its contents, like a lover who reveals himself.
It was a text divided into two parts: the first was written in an unknown, musical language, and the other was in English.
And it wasn’t too difficult to understand what it was, and what it could be used for. Willow was finishing it, shocked, when someone came in. It was just the cleaning lady, but she didn’t waste any time. She took a floppy disk from her bag and copied the file.
With the floppy safe inside her bag she walked out of the IT lab as if nothing had happened.
Her legs were shaking.

“Oh my God!” Willow thought, in the toilets, looking at her shocked face in the mirror. She had hacked into a teacher’s PC. She could be expelled from the school. Probably it was a federal crime and…
“Willow!”
Xander’s voice took her by surprise. She turned around, looking at him.
“Are you OK?” he asked her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
“Xander! What are you doing in the girl’s washroom?”
“Good question,” he laughed. “Cordelia told me you’d been in here for ten minutes …I was worried.”
“C’mon,” Willow said, grabbing him by the sleeve.
“Hey!” he protested. “Stop that!”
“Have you ever had…a secret?”
Xander thought. Yeah, That blow job Buffy gave me in the toilet…he told himself…and the fact I can’t forget it.
“No” he answered.
“Xander…I’ve made a very big mistake” Willow told him, with wide eyes and trembling lips.
“Dear old Oz finally persuaded you, uh?”
“Oh, please!” she got angry. “Life is not only about sex, you know.”
“Yes it is, if you’re seventeen.”
“Xander…be serious. I’ve discovered something…about someone…and…”
“Buffy?” Xander asked. “Is she going out with that blonde guy again?”
Willow looked at him. “Does Cordelia know that you’re always thinking about her?”
Xander looked back at her, and Willow lost herself in his charming dark eyes.
“She’s not the only one I’m thinking about, and you know that.”
Oh, no, no…Willow thought.
“Xan, we’ve already talked about that. It was a mistake.”
“It was fun,” he replied.
“No, it wasn’t. Oz was playing, Cordy was dancing and you…and I…in the toilet at the Bronze …but it was just a kiss. We’d drunk too much…”
“…cappuccino?” Xander arched an eyebrow. “Will, you’ve been my best friend since we were at kindergarten. Don’t tell me we were drunk, or stoned, or confused, because that’s not the truth. We kissed each other…and it was good. It was really good, to be honest…and I adore Cordelia, but since I split up with Buffy I’ve never loved a woman who was also my friend. And that woman is you, Willow.”
“Shut up. I made a mistake…and now I’ve made another one. Xander, we must forget about it.”
“Yeah, tell that to yourself” he said, offended, and walked off.
The floppy was burning a hole in her bag, between her books.
Willow ran home and hid it in a drawer, under her most secret things. It was dangerous for her just knowing its contents…
She decided to forget it, like she had with Xander’s kiss at the Bronze.



Buffy was still feeling surprised by the boldness Willow had demonstrated copying Miss Calendar’s secret file when she arrived home…and immediately she told herself it would have been a better idea to stay at school.
The twilight enlightened that spring night, and her mom was talking with two vampires in the living room. She had invited them in. Again.
“Buffy!” Joyce smiled to her. “Look who came to visit us…Mr. O’Connor, our neighbour, do you remember? And that’s his friend, Mr. Shelby, from London. We were talking about the wonderful pre-Columbian art collections you can find in the UK, and…”
Buffy stood at the lounge door, immovable. Her eyes were fixed on Angelus and Spike.
They both smiled at her, damn them.
“A cup of tea, Buffy?”
The girl came closer. Spike was seated on a couch, her favourite, where she sat to watch the TV; he had a stick beside him, because he still found it difficult to walk. Angelus was very elegant, all dressed in black, and he sat politely on the other end of the sofa.
“Yes, thanks, mom,” she whispered nervously.
Spike talked a lot with her mother, who was delighted by this new and cultured young man. Angelus was drinking his tea, and sometimes he looked across at her with smiling and innocent eyes. The night seemed endless to her.
The telephone rang.
“Oh, excuse me,” Joyce laughed, and went to answer it.
Buffy looked her shoes, and then spoke. In a very low voice.
“You know…there are spells. To forbid entrance to…to you. I think I’ll use one.”
Spike smiled. “It’s all his fault,” and he pointed at Angelus, close to him, immovable. “We won’t hurt your mom. I just wanted to meet her, Buffy…and he brought me here. He told her I’m a colleague.”
“Sure you won’t hurt her,” Buffy said. “I won’t let you!”
“Sorry, gentlemen, I have to leave you. I have to go to work: an important art work has arrived at San Francisco airport, and I have to go and collect it.”
The two vampires stood up.
“It was a pleasure to see you again, Joyce,” Angelus said, in his soft voice.
“And for my part, it was nice to meet you. You and your daughter,” Spike smiled.
Buffy didn’t move while Joyce saw them to the door. Then:
“Mom!” she cried, still frightened and furious. “Don’t you think it’s dangerous to invite two complete strangers into our house?”
“But, darling, Mr. O’Connor has been our neighbour since a couple of days ago. And then he and his colleague look so polite and cultivated and…you could learn a lot from them, little girl!”
Nervously Buffy helped her mother pack her suitcase. San Francisco was some distance away, and probably her mom would have to stay overnight…and, for once in her life, Buffy told herself it would probably be better to go with her.
She was scared by the fact she would be alone in that house, into which they could enter. Even if she wasn’t scared for her life.
“Can I come with you, mommy? Please!!” she asked, nearly begging.
“What a child you are!” Joyce laughed. “C’mon, the gallery will only pay for a single room, not a double. I’m sorry, you really can’t. And tomorrow you have to be at school. Why don’t you stay over at Willow’s tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll do that,” Buffy said. An hour later, when her mom had already gone, she ate in front of the TV, tired. Then she got her stakes and went out. She would decide where to go later: now, she just wanted to slay.



When Buffy had left, a dark shadow appeared from behind a tree in her garden. Faith smiled: she had seen more than she expected to. The two vampires, Angelus and the blonde one, had been in the slayer’s house. Mayor Wilkins would certainly enjoy that information.
Later on, comfortably seated in his office, she told him what she had seen.
“The slayer’s mom welcomes her daughter’s vampire lover...and his great companion,” she said, satisfied.
“And I know a lucky girl who is going to welcome something very special!” the Mayor said. “Happy birthday, Faith!”
Wilkins took from a drawer an expensive-looking little box, with the name of the best Sunnydale jeweler printed on it. Faith clapped her hands, excited. Nobody gave her presents. “You shouldn’t do that, boss! And my birthday is next month!”
“C’mon, open it,” Wilkins suggested sweetly. “I don’t care about dates when I want to show my affection to someone I love.”
“Thank you!” Faith said, opening the package clumsily, with anxious fingers. Inside the box was a pretty white gold chain, with a shining crucifix.
“Perfect for fighting with vampires.”
“But maybe I should keep it away from…Darla,” Faith stated.
“Ah…Darla,” the mayor whispered. “A classy woman…and a big problem.”
“Mr. Wilkins…do you want me to dust her?”
“You’re always so impatient to help me, Faith!” Wilkins replied, smiling. “No…not yet. I don’t want to deal with those aggressive Wolfram and Hart attorneys…especially that brusque “gentleman”…Lindsey MacDonald, who is involved with her, I guess. But, my dear, I must confess that Darla has really disappointed me. For a moment I thought…I really thought…she hated Angelus more than anyone else and that she really wanted to kill him. But now I’m not so sure about that. She has had innumerable occasions to do it…and she couldn’t. Love…what a wonderful, human weakness…”
“Darla is a vampire,” Faith noted.
“That’s the point!” Wilkins replied, smiling. “Even when the demon is in us…we are still human. And that’s our greatest strength…and also our greatest weakness”
“Should I kill him? That’s not a problem, boss.”
“Faith…do you have a score to settle with him?”
“Something like that,” she admitted, looking down at the crucifix, which shone against her magnolia colored skin.
“My dear…keep your distance from such a tombeur de femmes as Angelus. Let women like Darla and Buffy crave him. You’re better than that. You’re stronger than that.” The mayor took a sip of Evian water, and then he said: “But killing him could be a good idea. We’ll think about it. Now it would be better to get some information about him…and about the other one too, that William the Bloody…who is just as dangerous, I suppose. He survived you…and the organ you threw him against.”
“I’ll hunt them…I’ll reach them, thanks to...”
“…the blonde slayer,” Wilkins finished. “I didn’t have any doubts. You’re the best, Faith. Never doubt that.”
Faith took the crucifix and put it on.
Then she left.
Wilkins stood, and cleaned his hands carefully.



She had patrolled the cemeteries longer than she imagined. Incredibly tired, Buffy arrived home, without noticing the shadow who had been following her since she set off.
It was too late to go to Willow’s; probably she would only have frightened her, and, to be honest, why try to run away? She looked at her bedroom window: the light was on, and it was waiting unmercifully for her. She knew very well that they were waiting for her.
Buffy opened the door, which was still locked, and slowly mounted the stairs, like a condemned woman. She heard soft voices coming from the upper floor. She walked along the corridor and opened her bedroom door.
“Hi, Buffy,” Spike said.
He lay on her bed, wearing his jeans…and nothing else.
By the window, Angelus was uncorking a bottle of champagne.
“Welcome, Buffy,” he said. “We thought you weren’t coming.”


Safe in her bedroom, Willow opened her laptop and inserted the floppy. For added security, she copied the file on to the hard disk. Then she stood motionless in front of the monitor. Unfortunately, the translation of the ritual was not complete, but with a little effort and a bit of perseverance, she could finish it by herself; she had only to find a Romanian dictionary.
The power that emanated from the words pervaded her, with an obscene effect due to its lust. Power…her eyes became bright. She could attempt the impossible. Would she succeed?
Or, better, the true question was: would she try?
Willow smiled.



Buffy was standing at the door, as if she was on a line that divided her from a different world: if she trespassed across it, she probably wouldn’t come back.
It was no use to deny it: she knew very well what they wanted from her.
And she knew also what she wanted from them.
“Who had the idea?” she asked only, in a very low voice.
Spike smiled.
“Why, the great and powerful Angelus, of course! At first I thought it was crazy…because you would probably dust us just for daring to suggest it to you…but then I told myself, why not? It would be a good way to die…”
Buffy looked at her dark lover. “Is that what you want?” she asked softly.
“And you? What do you want?” he replied, sarcastic.
Buffy surrendered.
“What should I do?”
Spike smiled again, after a knowing look at Angelus.
“Get undressed, my love.”



Buffy took off her jeans jacket and her t-shirt. With trembling fingers, she undid her leather pants. Angelus came closer to her, forgetting the champagne. His big strong hands encircled her shoulders, then they moved on to her back, playing with her bra. She gasped: his hands were cold and firm. When she thought about being naked in front of him and Spike together, she was shocked. And her panties became immediately wet.
She felt a strong temptation to run away.
“Buffy…” Angelus whispered, taking her chin with a finger, looking deeply into her eyes with his dark, sweet and impenetrable expression. “Are you scared?”
She nodded.
“You shouldn’t be. We won’t hurt you…well, not much, I suppose.”
She looked away. Angelus told her to bend over, and she waited for him to take off her panties. But, with a soft touch on her bottom, he led her to the bed, near Spike, who looked at her with interest…and with an impenetrable expression in his blue eyes Buffy had seen before, while they were making love.
Spike made her lie next to him, caressing her hair, brushing it back from her hot face. Angelus was wearing only his trousers too, and he undid the top button, while he was lying next to her.
Spike took her face and he began to bite her lips softly. She closed her eyes, enjoying his familiar touch, opening her mouth lo let him come in with his tongue and his teeth. Nobody kissed like Spike.
And nobody touched her like Angelus: his hands were on her breasts, making her nipples harden in relief, brushing them softly with his fingers. Spike’s lips touched her neck and she stiffened, waiting for his teeth. She was nearly naked in that bed, between them…like Harmony. And she felt as helpless as Harmony had been…as spellbound.
But Spike didn’t bite her. His mouth moved on her neck, then over her shoulders, until it stopped on her nipple. Buffy’s lust burned, and she protested with a groan. Then she implored them to take off her panties: she couldn’t stand that wet cotton any more. They satisfied her partly, slipping them down to her ankles. Angelus’ expert, cold lips closed on her clitoris and she completely lost her reason. While he was sucking her, Angelus put one, then two and then three fingers inside her. Buffy cried out, and then she came.
Above her head, the eyes of the two vampires met. That evening was beginning in an interesting way…
When she had calmed down, Angelus smiled to her. “Who do you want first? Buffy, we won’t be offended, whatever your choice will be…”
Buffy gasped. The…first?
She looked at them both.
“Sp…Spike” she stuttered. She had thousands of reasons: he was kinder, more human, they hadn’t made love for a long time (and she missed it)…and, above all, when she was with him her legs didn’t shake as they did when she was with Angelus. He didn’t have the same delicious cruelty…at least, she hoped so.
“Good choice,” Angelus stated, with an obscure light in his eyes. The two vampires had switched on her abat-jour and lit an uncountable quantity of candles. Her sun-kissed skin stood out against the white skin of the two men, particularly Spike’s. “Your first time will be unforgettable.”
My first…what?
Spike took a small tube from a drawer: Buffy recognized it immediately: it was her glycerin hand cream.
“You…you can’t…”
“Don’t you want me to?” Spike asked, arching an eyebrow. “I realise now that I’ve been so negligent concerning your…education.”
Buffy turned pale. They had never talked about that. Nobody had ever talked about that!
“You’ll hurt me…” she lamented softly, half scared and incredibly excited.
“A bit,” Angelus whispered. “But not too much. And Spike will only go in a little way…if it hurts, he’ll stop immediately”
Spike looked at him with an ironical smile. If he didn’t believe that, why was he tricking her?
Neither of them had ever stopped. Ever.
“Promise me.”
“I do,” Spike told her, hoping that she wouldn’t force him to behave like a gentleman.
“Turn around,” Angelus said. She obeyed, and was laid prone. Angelus caressed her bottom, and then, surprising her, he lifted her on to him. His erect penis slid inside her suddenly, surprising and exciting her. Oh…how she had missed him…Buffy bit her lips, her hips shaking.
“I thought…”
“Shh…” Angelus whispered, turning her on one side, staying still inside her, keeping his penetration as deep as he could. Spike lay down on the other side, and rubbed the glycerin over his first and middle finger and on his penis. While he was moving inside her, Angelus was kissing her eyelids, her forehead, her lips. And he whispered obscure words to her, which excited her more. Spike explored her tight hole with a finger, then with two. Her muscles tensed automatically at that invasion, and she gasped.
“I won’t hurt you, love…” Spike said. It was the first time he had had sex since Faith had almost killed him…and making love with Buffy provoked in him an intense emotion he couldn’t deny. Being her first also made him feel proud of himself. And Angelus couldn’t take that away from him…While Angelus’s movements, soft and so exciting, were preparing Buffy for the new invasion, Spike placed his penis against her back entrance. His hands moved to her chest, on her breasts, covering them. Tight between the two vampires, so possessed, Buffy almost didn’t realize the acute pain she felt when he penetrated…until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Please…you’re hurting me…” she gasped weakly, feeling the huge end of Spike’s penis pushing on her small rigid hole, fighting against her tensed muscles. “You told me you’d stop if…”
With a strong push, Spike penetrated her completely.
Buffy caught her breath. The two vampires possessed her so well: their penises were divided only by a thin membrane, and they were close enough to touch each other. Spike’s penetration was so painful…painful and delicious…tight, elastic, deep. A convulsive pleasure pervaded her. When they started to move simultaneously, she came again: she had never felt such a strong and deep orgasm before.
Then, she fainted in their arms, exhausted.
Spike and Angelus smiled at each other, and their lips touched briefly, with tenderness.


“Open your eyes, my love,” Spike whispered, his face hidden on her neck, in her hair. Buffy realized she must have lost consciousness for a moment. The pleasure…and pain…had been just too intense.
Angelus looked at her. Buffy didn’t know if he had come or not…blood and seminal fluid ran down her legs, but he was still erect. She opened her lips, and both of them wondered what she would say. Would she protest? Would she damn them?
She said only one word; her lips still swollen from their kisses.
“Again…”
Angelus smiled.
He slid out of her, pushing her towards Spike, who took her sweetly and penetrated her in the gentle way he knew best. She moaned, enjoying his kindness, after his painful and exciting assault. His soft pushes excited her again…and when she was totally sensitive to his moves and caresses again, she felt something hard and strong against her butt.
Buffy closed her eyes, asking herself if she could stand another invasion. Angelus slipped inside her, but she offered resistance to him - and she felt pain too- despite the passage Spike had already carved. Her muscles tensed around his erection, and the pleasure drove her crazy again. While they were possessing her alternately, Buffy looked deeply into Spike’s incredibly blue eyes and she saw…she saw something that didn’t demean her as much as she had feared.
They were not just using her.
Despite everything, it wasn’t just sex. Not for the blonde vampire, at least. Nobody could tell what Angelus felt.
Buffy desired something more…she wanted to give them something more than her body. With a docile and unconsciously graceful gesture, she stooped her head and pushed her golden hair back from her neck. Angelus was right behind her, in a perfect position to bite her…and for Spike it would be easy to reach her breast.
Lost in a perfect agony, Buffy saw Spike’s face change, becoming dreadful and beautiful at the same time…and she felt his teeth sinking deep into her nipple to drink her rich, strong blood.
She rolled back her neck, anxious to be kissed by her dark lover too, who was possessing her in such a secret and intimate way…but she was disappointed. Angelus reached his climax, holding her hips and penetrating her deeply, showing no mercy. But he did not transform, and he didn’t bite her at all.
When it was all over, and Buffy was taking a shower, Spike asked him why.
“Why haven’t you tasted her? She was waiting only for that.”
Angelus was lying on the bed, relaxed and naked.
“I’m not defined by my fangs, my friend.”
“What a bloody arrogant fucker you are!” Spike laughed, then - limping- he entered the bathroom. He got into the shower, enjoying the hot water, which warmed his veins, still full of the Slayer’s impetuous blood. Buffy cried out when she saw him, then she braced herself against the cold wall, his hands and his penis were all that held her up.
When they came back, their blood warmed by the pleasant shower, they noticed that Angelus was sad again. Ok, it wasn’t a new thing to him, Spike told himself, but since he was playing with himself, a bit more passion would have been more suitable in that situation.
Buffy looked at him with her big eyes, and then let her towel fall to the ground.
“Do you want to help him, darling?” Spike smiled. “C’mon, as I told you. And while you’re doing that, let’s have that arse of yours. I’ve got something special for you.”
Angelus looked at her. Smiling nervously, she sat on the bed and bent over his erection. Spike was behind her, and he put his face between her legs.
“Be careful with the teeth…” Angelus smiled, forgetting his bad mood.
“Oh, yeah…” she groaned, while Spike was taking her to orgasm again. She was still a bit offended with Angelus because he had refused to taste her…but she didn’t care now. Probably he had his reasons.
Her sweet lips closed around his cold, hard penis, and she took it deep into her throat.


Really exhausted, they fell asleep hours later, but their rest was short and without dreams. Buffy lay naked between them, Angelus’ fingers inside her vagina and Spike’s on her breasts. When vampires slept they were…dead. An unpleasant shiver ran down her back. Her body had been satisfied beyond every single imaginable expectation…in ways she couldn’t even imagine. At a certain point Spike had held her, forbidding her to move, while Angelus beat her with his thong on her butt, on her legs, on her clitoris…even on her breasts, tortured by Spike’s teeth. It wasn’t the first time: Spike had already punished her before…and Buffy was surprised again by her sensitivity to these games. And to the more perverse ones she was led to by Angelus’ soft and ironic eyes: she drew blood from his penis with her nails, enjoying his pain melted with excitement. Buffy tried again to lick her fingers, dirty with blood and seminal fluids…but he stopped her and he sucked them himself, looking at her with his dark eyes.
Buffy Summers was still discovering herself, and she didn’t like everything she found.
At that moment, something woke her up, maybe the dawn that was coming. And something burned inside her…her vaginal muscles stiffened around Angelus’ fingers and she made a soft moan.
“You’re insatiable, darling” Spike told her, opening his eyes lazily. “Is it not enough? Believe me, a vampire wouldn’t have asked for more.”
“Maybe it’s due to my Slayer’s blood.”
“Or to my good education.”
“What a show-off!” she laughed, softly: she didn’t want to wake up Angelus…
…but Angelus was already awakening, and she understood that completely when she felt his fingers moving inside her to reach that small secret place where the pleasure is sweeter.
“Ohhh,” Buffy moaned.
“Shhh,” Angelus said. “Come here.”
Buffy obeyed, spellbound by his dark eyes in his handsome pale face. Angelus held her in his arms, sitting behind her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Buffy asked herself if now was the time…the time to drink her blood.
But he opened her legs softly, crossing them with his, and led her own fingers inside her sex.
While Buffy gasped softly, Spike stood up and put his jeans on.
“Where are you going?” Angelus asked.
“Home…Drusilla is probably wondering where we are. And, in case you hadn’t noticed …the sun is coming up.”
“Don’t stop,” Angelus said to Buffy, and she didn’t. Spike tightened his lips, without saying a word, and took his coat and stick. He couldn’t run with his lame legs, it was late…and he couldn’t stand to see them like that…together.
Buffy closed her eyes, her head was still on Angelus’ shoulder, and he held her softly under her breast with his arm. She breathed fast, excited, and between them there was a deep bond, something that Spike could feel perfectly.
It had been fun while it lasted…but now it was ending. Spike bent over them and kissed Buffy’s lips.
She responded distantly, too focused on her imminent pleasure; Spike smiled, and set off for home.


“William can’t always play along with me,” Angelus said afterwards, while Buffy tidied her room. It was early morning, but the sun was in the sky, and the slayer wondered how he could reach his house.
“Don’t worry about me,” he told her. “Shhhh…sleep a while. It doesn’t matter if you’re late for school, does it?” he smiled.
Angelus put on his black coat and left.
Buffy pulled her sweater around her, feeling suddenly cold in that lonely morning.


It had been an unusual night also for the dark-haired girl who came out from behind the tree in front of the Summers house and set off towards City Hall.
Faith was still trembling. With anger. Excitement. Rage. And unsatisfied lust.
And envy.
Well done B.! Not one, but two vampires who had given you the most intense and illicit pleasure. And that bitch dared to look her up and down!
And Angelus! He refused to fuck her because of that wet blonde doll! A murderous rage invaded Faith. What about being honest, good, loyal and faithful to the mission…if someone got down and dirty with the same creatures she had the holy duty to kill?
She had already decided: they would both have to pay for this. The fake slayer, who had perished a long time ago, like stale pickles; and the black-leather-trousered vampire who had such a huge penis but didn’t know where to put it.
Furious, Faith swore that before the sun rose again, she would taste her vengeance.





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